Volume 2 Amber Chapter 110 Amber Art Exhibition - Part 1
Inner City, Bradley Square.
Amber Gallery of Time.
"It's been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Beckman."
Roderick said.
With a bang, he threw the tied-up man to the ground.
This man was the member of the mysterious society before, "Iron Hammer" Fei Rui. He looked numb at this moment, as if he had already lost all hope.
"It's been a pleasure working with you, Special Agent Roderick."
Beckman, still in his white suit, chuckled.
He picked up Fei Rui from the ground and dragged him to a bench to sit down. Then he snapped his fingers, and the expression on his face immediately changed from a dejected look to a resolute and brilliant smile.
"This is what a Sun Church monk should be like, Fei Rui."
Beckman was amazed.
Fei Rui's eyes turned and stared at Beckman, his calm eyes without a trace of emotion.
"Have you accepted your fate? That's right... From the moment you betrayed the Church of the Sun, you probably knew you were doomed, but the one who did it in the end was an outsider like me."
Beckman said, continuing to snap his fingers.
I saw a pool of blood oozing out of the ground at his feet, bubbling, and then an easel slowly emerged from the pool of blood.
Beckmann picked up the brush from the easel and began to paint towards Ferry.
"How are you going to deal with the 'circus' organization, Mr. Beckman?"
Roderick asked as he watched the other person painting on the spot with great interest.
"My gallery is about to hold a grand art exhibition. Many wealthy and powerful people in Amber City will be present. The Circus will make a move at the exhibition and capture all these big shots in one fell swoop!"
Beckman spoke softly without stopping his hands.
"This is a shocking kidnapping case that the Circus has been planning for a long time. They plan to make a fortune from it and then escape immediately... I am just a part of their plan, yes, a very important part."
Roderick frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you very much for the information, Mr. Beckman. It is very important... But why do these lunatics dare to do this? Aren't they afraid of the wrath of the shelter's top management?"
"Fear……?"
Beckman chuckled.
"If they were afraid, they wouldn't have kidnapped Congressman Lawson's son, or even killed him afterwards... And there seems to be a shadow of the 'Mutual Aid Society' behind them."
"Mutual Aid Society!"
Roderick's eyes narrowed.
As a special commissioner of the shelter, he had been to a major city-level metropolis and had heard of this powerful organization hidden in the dark.
The majority of the members of the mutual aid society are extraordinary people from the [conspiracy faction], who believe in the evil god "The Buried Old Man". The senior management of the shelter once speculated that these members all have glamorous identities on the surface, perhaps nobles, perhaps wealthy businessmen, or perhaps members of parliament, or even an inconspicuous factory owner.
Many large-scale mysterious and dangerous incidents that occurred in the empire were related to this "Mutual Aid Society".
"So that's how it is... Then there's no need for the 'circus' to exist!"
Roderick snorted.
"On the day of the exhibition, the shelter will set up an ambush in secret. Once the circus people take action, please cooperate with me, Mr. Beckman, to suppress them all! No one can be spared!"
"Of course, Mr. Commissioner."
Beckman readily agreed.
He stopped painting, and an oil portrait on the easel was already finished. Perry's resolute look was vividly portrayed in the painting, giving people a warm and reassuring feeling like the sun.
Looking at Perry himself, he was as stiff and motionless as a puppet, his calm eyes had lost their spirit, leaving only emptiness and silence... Obviously, he had died quietly when the painting was completed.
Beckmann framed the painting expertly, then walked over to a wall and hung it.
"It's a really nice work. I'm going to give it a name: The Unyielding."
He clapped his hands to himself, making a loud clapping sound.
Beckman then turned and looked at Roderick.
"According to our agreement, I will leave Amber City after the exhibition. Your cleanup plan will be completed in excess... and the leader of the 'circus' will become my best painting."
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The day of the exhibition.
All the big names in the inner city received invitations in advance to attend the "Amber Exhibition". Some were invited by Countess Bradley, while others were personally invited by Councillor Lawson, both of whom had considerable influence in the aristocratic and political circles .
Those who received the invitation would more or less agree to it for the sake of the two of them. In addition, Beckmann's gallery was well-known in the inner city, and it was heard that there were many works of painting masters on display this time, so many nobles who claimed to have good taste came to the scene.
One by one, carriages slowly drove through the street and finally entered Bradley Square, where they stopped in an orderly manner on the side.
Some residents of the inner city who were resting in the square were very surprised to see such a grand spectacle. They pointed and whispered to the gentlemen and ladies who got off the carriage.
"I've met that gentleman. He's the boss of Moses Sailing's subsidiary, Mr. Hardy!"
"Oh Sun, it's Viscount Picault, Baron Harrington, and Baron Matthew! Why are they here together? Is there something big going on?"
"I heard that the 'Amber of Time' gallery is holding an art exhibition, and even half of the members of parliament are here!"
"It's so grand! I wish I could join in...!"
Members of Parliament, nobles, big businessmen, big bosses and some middle-class elites were all dressed in formal attire, and most of them came with their families. It seemed that they were not coming to attend an art exhibition, but a grand banquet.
Those with high status regard this exhibition as a gathering to get acquainted with other partners or friends, while those with lower status want to take this opportunity to make friends with those in higher positions.
All kinds of thoughts came together.
Many dignitaries who attended the event were surprised that Count Bradley did not attend. But when they saw the Countess standing at the door and the gallery owner Beckmann beside her, they understood.
The news about Countess Bradley and her lover was no secret in the circle. Perhaps Earl Bradley did not show up in order to avoid embarrassment.
"Mr. Jack, I'm sorry to invite you to come with me... I didn't expect there would be so many important people here. There must be a lot of eyes watching secretly. I'm worried that you will be exposed."
The Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce's large carriage stopped in a corner of the square.
In the huge and reinforced carriage, Noah looked at Chen Lun opposite him with an apologetic look.
"It's okay, we'll keep a low profile later."
Chen Lun smiled politely and comforted him.
"Besides, with the [Starlight Veil] you provided, Noah, others won't be able to see our true appearance, so they shouldn't be able to discover it."
Next to him, there sat the quiet Floyd. The two different from before. This was the effect of the [D-level weird object - Starlight Veil], which not only changed one's appearance, but also affected how others saw oneself.
For example, when others looked at Floy, they just thought she was an ordinary girl, and her eyes were normal and healthy.
[Starlight Veil] is a specialty of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce. Chen Lun is very interested in it and plans to buy a few pieces from Noah when the time comes.
Before setting off, Chen Lun specifically did some divination, which found out that there would be no danger on this journey, and it even hinted that good things would happen.
But later, when Floy heard about this, she asked Chen Lun to take her with her. Remembering that Floy had never participated in such an exhibition, Chen Lun agreed.
Even if she couldn't see the paintings, I wanted her to feel the atmosphere. This was what I promised her.
Take her to experience a wider world.
Chen Lun lifted the curtain, and his [spiritual intuition] was faintly triggered.
He narrowed his eyes, looked around the gallery, and carefully scanned everyone who participated in the exhibition. A few people whose dress and temperament were slightly inconsistent caught his attention.
"It's the investigator from the shelter..."
Chen Lun was certain that there were people from the shelter lying in ambush near the exhibition.
But he did not feel worried or uneasy, instead he felt relieved.
"Now that the shelter's strength is concentrated here, I can start my plan."
